Fuck Around and Find Out USA

Venezuela, Maduro thought he was king. Stealin' elections, runnin' drugs,

pullin' every string. Sanctions hit hard but he kept on pushin' back. Talkin' big game,

hidin' in his palace crack. Then the hammer dropped, sent in the

boys of dawn. Operation absolute resolve and now the tyrant's gone. Captured in the

night, flown to the USA. Gonna face the music in a

New York courtroom pray, yeah. If you fuck around with the

USA you're gonna find out. You're gonna find out. We'll come stormin'

in, no mercy, no doubt. No mercy, no doubt.